When Lilah Pierce proposed this blogfest, I took all of two minutes to decide "why not?"
Finding a suitable excerpt proved more difficult. After reading through several manuscripts (not without cringing), I decided on a YA about a young girl trapped in a cursed village where time stopped. The following is the end of a scene.
Kit looked back and saw, to her consternation, children flocking around the sedan and trailer. They reached in through the window and pulled on the steering wheel, pushed on tires, pressed dirty hands and shiny noses against the windshield and door windows, and smeared greasy fingerprints on headlights and taillights.
"Hey!" Kit shouted. "Leave that alone!"
The children, abashed, scampered away.
"My apologies." Jonathan Arden smiled at her. "They are merely curious as to your strange mode of transportation."
Had she heard right? "You don't have cars?"
The smile turned patronizing. "We are simple folk. Where we cannot walk, we use horses or buggies."
"Are you Amish?"
Jonathan Arden put his hands on his hips, leaned back, and laughed. "Heavens no, child! But enough of this." He gestured toward the inn. "I believe your mother is waiting for you."
Kit turned and saw Mother waving to her from the steps of the White Pine Inn and Tavern. She ran toward the building, soles thudding against hard earth. She didn't notice Jonathan Arden no longer smiled. Instead, brow furrowed and mouth set in a frown, he watched Julie and Kit walk into the public house.
"So it continues," he remarked, shaking his head. "Our nightmare hasn't ended."